Luka's POV
The first candidate walked in at exactly nine AM. Her name was Margaret something, I didn't catch her last name because I was too distracted by the fact that she brought a Chihuahua with her.
"This is Mr. Whiskers," she announced cheerfully, as she stroked the tiny dog in her arms. "He goes everywhere with me. I hope that's not a problem."
I stared at her. "You brought your dog to a job interview."
"Oh yes, Mr. Whiskers gets terrible separation anxiety. I can't leave him alone for more than an hour or he starts destroying things. But don't worry, he's very well behaved."
As if on cue, Mr. Whiskers started yapping at the top of his lungs. Margaret shushed him but he kept going, and I flinched internally at his high pitched barking.
"Does he ever stop?" I asked.
"Sometimes,
